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em seu vôo
eu não posso dizê-lo agora
fora da janela um mar de árvores verdes
têm você andar visto através da vila
babylon -- onde eu vou sonhar
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra
gloom
dê-me a fome
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
se ele
quem ama a chuva

 



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